in honor of nori who finally emailed me today — among other things, to comment on how weird she looks in my barneys picture. it happens to be true but i think she gives the scene character.
anyway. today was sort of slow and strange, tho it ended well. i felt curiously grape-like; then my mother served a bowl of grapes w/ my grandfather’s bday cake and i realized it might have been a distorted psychic signal. on the metro after work, a grumbly young man was ascending the escalator next to me as i was descending. when we were right next to each other, he said clearly and distinctly, “it’s your fault.” i had no idea what he was talking about, and no doubt he was right.
then fro yo w/ ilana (good)
followed by gentle chiding for having friendships that are too emotionally intense (bad? what? true?)
what does that mean? i don’t have melodramatic roller-coaster relationships w/ anyone at the moment. energy and excitement are not synonymous w/ emotional intensity, not that that’s even a bad thing. becca and i discussed the issue more while and after i drove her home. (at one point we wondered aloud what returning to skool would be like. i hypothesized that we might return to being on different wavelengths. she responded by “quoting” a typical phone conversation:
— becca: “so i went to this party –”
— ester: “so i sat in a crunchy grass skirt eating kasha w/ my vegan friends –”
that being so hilarious that i nearly fell out of my car. but to resume.)
both of us take friendships seriously. maybe, as i was told today, too seriously. i don’t know. i don’t know what i think. i also tried to create a list of possible careers and couldn’t come up w/ nearly anything except 1) advertising, or 2) writer of a) hallmark cards, b) soap operas, or c) porn scripts. rather dispiriting.
baltimore this weekend, anyone? good times good times, i promise.